Equilibrium (Vexxieverse Series - Part 5)

Secret Secret (H)

Harry
January

Liam and Harry had a lunch break while the others filmed, so they grabbed lunch from catering and took it to Harry's trailer, per his request. They needed to talk about the letter Harry had found in their mailbox addressed to "Little Bear." Which... not cool.

Harry's trailer was their home away from home. They usually gathered in it because he'd put so much effort into making it cozy. It had vanilla diffuser reeds and fairy lights with plenty of small house plants on top of any free surface he could find. It doubled as a space for Niall too, since the futon in his office was nowhere near as comfortable as Harry's bed.

Ziam's trailer was where they went for entertainment when they had time to kill between scenes. It had music, video games, a huge TV, and a full bar instead of food in the kitchenette. It was decorated a lot like their room back home, with color changing lights and Zayn's artwork. Impromptu parties happened there every once in a while, so the trailer had a reputation with the crew.

Louis's trailer was the Fuck Box. Louis let Harry decorate it too, so it looked normal at first glance, but let's just say, every drawer and cabinet had a lock on it.

"You're being weird. Why?" Liam said as he flipped the lid open on his to-go lunch container.

Harry opened his salad, then pulled the sealed letter out of his bag that was next to him. He laid it on the table, 'Little Bear' writing face up. Harry scowled at Liam and didn't say a word, just took a bite of tomato and waited for him to explain. He was trying really hard to not jump to any conclusions, but Nikki was a delicate topic for them all. Especially Harry. Something about her just...

"What's this?" Liam looked confused, but Harry didn't know if he was acting or not. Not that he'd ever caught Liam in a lie, but Harry wasn't naïve, either. And Liam was an award-winning actor, after all. Harry had been lied to in his life enough to have a healthy amount of suspicion when it came to things like this. As much as he loved and trusted Liam, he'd been his friend longer than his lover, so he had to protect his own heart. Everyone thought Harry was warm and open to everyone, but really, Harry was warm and covertly careful.

"You tell me." Harry ate his salad like he was disinterested, but he knew he looked pissed.

Liam opened it, and inside was an unsigned handwritten letter. His eyes grazed over the ink and his face fell more with each word he read.

He slammed down the letter in front of Harry so he could read it and started pacing. "Fuck!"

Ok, maybe Liam hadn't been caught in a secret exchange of love letters. Harry read the note.

Dear Little Bear,

Things haven't gone so well for my career since your boyfriends kicked me off your show. You've forgotten how much I've given you. I built the life you love so much. You rode my coat tails all the way to your first red carpet, remember? You'd have no spotlight had you not been on MY show. You'd have no Dom had I not put you in cuffs first. You will fix what you destroyed. E-mail me when you'd like to initiate a pap walk to redeem my image.

Love,

Your Darling

PS. Before you decline my offer (and that's what this is), keep in mind I have proof of all the skeletons in your closet and I won't hesitate to show them to the world. You'll be painted as a cheating, drug addicted, sexual deviant in the headlines, if I so choose. I still have photos of you tied to my bed with a bright red ball gag in your pretty little mouth, Sweetpea. Tell your FOUR boyfriends I said 'Hi'. Got such a good photo of you all together at Halloween. Oh, and remember that night we tried coke at our first after party? Yeah... got pictures of you laid across a piano with... well. You know. XoXo